Springuary a poem by Rob Neuschwander

There is winter; there is spring.
Sometimes providence creates a thing between.
Where neither winter rules ,nor spring a scepter holds;
but blossom blooms and leaf unfolds,
and winter breeze, it quickly scolds.

Time will tell and say ,who well will win this day;
but winters cold way has fallen into decay,
and spring will have it's merry way.